Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband

Margaret's eyes rolled back, and she fainted. After she was rushed away, Morgan returned to David's office. He did not need to narrate all that had happened as David had watched the entire thing.

"So, do you think she will pay up?"

"I don't know, but I know it will not be coming out of the Saxon group. The most my grandfather can give her is one billion, it can be considered Dickson's inheritance.

As for her individually, she married a Saxon, but she is not a Saxon, and she doesn't have much support in the family. Nobody in the family will be lining up to fill her pockets with money."

"But what if she comes up with it?" Morgan sat down and leaned forward. "What do we do?"

"We take the money." David laughed. "Hell, if she can come up with two billion, take it and give D.C Pharma to her. In fact, you can have one of our lawyers suggest it to her later, after she is done agonizing. That company is now an empty shell with a bad reputation in the industry. We don't need it, we already got what we needed from it."

Dickson might have been a greedy bastard, but he had struck gold and employed a few researchers from abroad. One of them, had been successful in coming up with a treatment for Alzheimer's disease.

In this life, after the scandal and collapse of D.C Pharma, that researcher had been poached by D.P Holdings and he was working in the research lab. He would make them the eighty billion and more.

On another side of Citrus city, Phoebe was entertaining special guests that had come to the cafe in early in the morning. The couple had arrived at the cafe so early that Rosset found them waiting by the door, fighting off the cold. Of course, like other rich folks they were covered up abundantly in luxury winter furs.

It had taken everything in Rosette not to ask Minka how man chinchillas had been killed to recoup the required fur to put together her thousand-dollar fur coat.

Rather than that, she invited them in and smiled politely before giving them some tea to warm up. She was still judging them of course, mostly because they were trying to disguise themselves stupidly.

Minka not so much as she was simply wearing sunglasses inside a cafe, in winter! But George looked like an undercover spy with the collar of his coat pulled up, a hat on his head, sunglasses over his eyes and he even wore a fake beard. The worst part of the disguise was the woman's blonde wig covering his natural black hair.

"Do not mind him, I had to force him to be here." Minka told Rosset who had questions in her eyes.

George secured the shades around his eyes. "Just tell her that you threatened to agree to the annulment if I refused to come." He moved to the table at the corner and sat facing the wall like a child being punished for misbehaving only in his case, he was volunteering for the punishment.

Minka left him alone and she sipped her tea, eyes peeled to the door waiting for Phoebe's arrival. Upon Phoebe's arrival, they were invited into her office where George felt safe enough to take off the bucket hat whose straps where tightly tied under his chin.

"Phew that feels a lot better, can I have a cup of coffee and a doughnut? Minka did not even allow me to have breakfast." George requested, placing the shades on the center table in the open area.

Minka wanted to remind him of the tea Rosette gave them which he had left untouched because he was sulking.

Phoebe nodded and called her grandmother, placing a breakfast order for both of them. "It is on the house after all we are family." She smiled warmly, her eyes moving around in search of the ghost that haunted George.

The spirit did the same thing. "That lady ghost is not here; it has been hanging around them or him everywhere so where is it now?" It quizzed like as though Phoebe had the answers, yet she was just as clueless.

Phoebe gave the couple time to eat a filling breakfast and after they filled their bellies, she moved and sat on the couch that was opposite the one they were sharing.

"Okay let us get down to business." She announced, pressing the pen button which she pulled out of the notebook.

On hearing her words, George chuckled dismissively, garnering attention to himself including grandma Mayfair who had just joined them, not about to miss gossip on the Osbourne couple.

"Is something amusing you George?" She asked.

"Forgive me old lady Mayfair and I do not mean to be rude, but I just do not buy into all this. All this supernatural stuff is fiction, but my wife is under some miscalculated impression that we will find the solution to our problem here in this little cafe." His eyes sized up Phoebe's office and then the owner of the cafe, Phoebe herself. "I have heard rumors of your supposed skills, but you don't look like any shaman I have ever seen."

Phoebe released a knowing sigh; it was another day to be undermined by a client. "Why do you say that? Is it because you think that I am too young for the job?" Her lips curved into a knowing smile.

George tilted back in the couch. "No that is not it completely, it's just that we have been to countless spiritual people. Ones are the best in the business but still nothing worked. Mother-in-law has made us drink repulsive tonics from all over the place but those did not work either. We tried scientific means like artificial insemination, IVF but still we failed to have kids at this point I am tired and over it." He let out a weary sound.

With sorrowful eyes, Minka stared at him. "But I am not tired, I want children babe. I want to shut your sisters and mother up. I will not stop trying even if you do." She shed a tear.

Grandma Mayfair pointed her lips forward. "Are you sure that you are doing the deed properly? Maybe you ejaculate prematurely, Minka does he do it well?" She probed.

The tears in Minka's eyes dried up quickly after what old lady Mayfair said. Shocked, Phoebe's wide eyes stared at her grandmother. "Nana!" She called loudly.

George raised his hand to stop Phoebe. "I want to answer that, old lady Mayfair I am a stallion in bed, all the women that I have slept with can attest to that, my sperms are in as good shape as I am. At this point I just believe that I was not meant to have kids." He twisted his lips to one side.

Old lady Mayfair had become famous on the founding lane for her gossip from this cafe. He did not want her running her mouth out there about his sex life and saying things like premature ejaculation.

"Hmm, so what about your ex-wife. Did you two have a child or did she not get pregnant for you as well?" Phoebe asked casually however, she had activated the detonator.